Maybe this year will be different.
Maybe this year I’ll get my shit together. Now I know that everyone has different levels of “getting their shit together” as my friends have pointed out. I have my own expectations.
I need to be better at this game than I ever was. The clock is ticking, I have dreams unfulfilled, missions incomplete, a wife, a child, responsibilities to myself and others. How do I find the time to do everything that needs to be done when I’m my worst distraction? I need a plan.
Not just a plan, I need “the” plan. I want to be happy. I want to be happy for the long haul. I need to prioritize which pieces are critical and which are background noise. I need to determine which steps have to come first. I have to figure out how to take all of the day to day madness and turn it into an elegant dance.
Step 1: See the future.